Grate Aural Sects vs Big Red Cherry Bomb

Black Lotus Mausoleum

The Black Lotus Mausoleum is a vast area, easily large enough to fit several Wailord from end to end. It has a high vaulted ceiling, and is carved entirely from black marble. The ceiling his held up by several pillars carved like black dragons, and the walls are engraved with intricate but seemingly random shapes. There is a huge door in the farthest wall, but it is shut firmly, and impossible to destroy or open. It is flanked by twin dragon statues with their mouths wide open.

As the arena is inside, weather effects do not work. The Mausoleum seems oddly resistant to damage, and to repair itself of any harm in the last action of each round. The walls and ceiling cannot be collapsed, and the floor will take 5% extra energy to dig through.

If a battler gets too close to the twin dragons guarding the door, they will spew forth a torrent of Dark-type energy, dealing 5% damage to any within 3 feet of the door.
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Big Red Cherry Bomb (Oo)

Lust (f) <Keen Eye>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
- "Aren't you adorable."
Chills used: 0/5

Grate Aural Sects (Oo)

Coeur (f) <Unaware>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
- "Eeeh..."
Chills used: 0/5​

Lust leers all too fondly at Coeur for a moment, sending a shiver down the woobat's tiny spine, before she hisses a decent sized ice shard into her claws. She holds the shard steady and continues breathing onto it, forming more and more ice, and as it grows larger she starts hacking away at it with her claws, cutting away where she wants to form edges and holding a claw out for the ice to grow where she wants it forming out. Slowly the ice stops growing; it's shaped itself into quite a beautiful sneasel-mimic, but it isn't very lifelike. That is, until Lust breathes forth one more soulful breath; this one is even colder, more chilling than the others, and it flows into the statue, bringing it to life with a shiver. It still looks a bit ice-like, but that suits Lust just fine.

Meanwhile Coeur has been keeping her eyes shut tight, trying both to clear them of that dirty image Lust had sent her and to focus her mental abilities. The latter is considerably easier - she feels ready, stronger, with barely any concentration needed.

Her focus is completely shattered, though, as a thick beam of ice crashes into her, forcing her up several feet in the air and nearly hitting the ceiling. She flaps wildly, flying sideways; the ice doesn't solidify on her but the impact itself, the sheer coldness of it, it hurt so bad and it seemed to hit her exactly where and when she wasn't expecting. She's left shivering and cold and already hurting so early in the battle. Lust winks, her substitute standing protectively beside her.

Coeur keeps shivering as she closes her eyes again, determined to boost her concentration further. As before, it proves an easy goal - she feels stronger than before, and hopefully more ready to take an ice beam, though certainly not looking forward to it.

Lust grins, inhales heat and exhales ice - a thick beam of it, heading straight towards the flying woobat. The beam slams Coeur straight-on, and though she's certainly more defensive than she had been more, and not as startled by the ice, she is by no means happy to take an ice beam to the face. She squirms out of the brunt of the attack, glad that at least no ice is clinging to her wings, but still shivering from the collective pain and cold.

And for the third time, she closes her eyes, boosting her mental energies even further. By now she's hoping she'll be able to do something a bit different next round, at least to make up for those damned ice beams - because no matter how much she boosts her defense, they still hurt like a frozen hell.​

Black Lotus Mausoleum

The Black Lotus Mausoleum is a vast area, easily large enough to fit several Wailord from end to end. It has a high vaulted ceiling, and is carved entirely from black marble. The ceiling his held up by several pillars carved like black dragons, and the walls are engraved with intricate but seemingly random shapes. There is a huge door in the farthest wall, but it is shut firmly, and impossible to destroy or open. It is flanked by twin dragon statues with their mouths wide open.

As the arena is inside, weather effects do not work. The Mausoleum seems oddly resistant to damage, and to repair itself of any harm in the last action of each round. The walls and ceiling cannot be collapsed, and the floor will take 5% extra energy to dig through.

If a battler gets too close to the twin dragons guarding the door, they will spew forth a torrent of Dark-type energy, dealing 5% damage to any within 3 feet of the door.
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Big Red Cherry Bomb (Oo)

Lust (f) <Keen Eye>
Health: 85% | 15% sub
Energy: 79%
- "Really, very cute."
Chills used: 0/5

Grate Aural Sects (Oo)

Coeur (f) <Unaware>
Health: 65%
Energy: 97%
- "... eeeee..." Sp. atk / sp. def +3.
Chills used: 0/5​

Before Coeur can bat an eye, Lust pounces on her, claws-first. Coeur yelps in fear and then the sneasel is on top of her, unleashing an unholy wrath upon the little fluff-ball - her claws are moving furiously fast, digging in so deep she's literally uprooting Coeur's fur by the fistful. Everywhere she touches seems to flash blood-red, dripping, and just as soon as she jumped on the woobat she kicks off, landing steadily on her feet. Coeur shakes unsteadily in the air, a bloody mess; much of her fur is floating towards the ground, and she's half-covered in gash wounds, dripping blood. She flaps her wings, in shock, and numbly floats higher into the air, out of reach to any more of those attacks.

Her expression still totally blank, shell-shocked, Coeur flaps her wings harder, zips them across and strikes through the air; a harsh wind cuts towards Lust, so strong it's actually visible. Lust steadies herself for the blow, but her substitute jumps forward to take it for her. The wind cuts straight through the dummy, slicing right through it; the two halves melt on the arena floor, leaving a sour Lust to look despondently after it. At least she didn't have to take the hit.

She shrugs and blows another ice shard into her fists, a smaller one; she keeps blowing and cuts it into shape, criss-crossing across it gently, forming a smaller version of herself. She keeps breathing into it, releasing a white-hot breath, part of her life; and the substitute comes to life, ready to protect her.

Coeur glances at the scene below her, still wavering and unsteady, and now also unsure of her commands. She had killed the substitute, but another one had been made - so what should she do? She flapped in place for a moment, going between her two options, and then decided on one.

She took a deep breath, drew her wings in, and dived. She picked up speed, almost falling - going so fast she became a blur, and Lust's substitute barely managed to jump in to take the hit. Coeur slammed into the substitute, crashing it upon impact; it simply exploded in a burst of white smoke, leaving only a tiny crater to mark its existence. Coeur tumbled backwards through the air, steadying herself with a few flaps of her wings, and floating back up to a higher altitude. She wasn't so sure she made the right choice, but at least she seemed to kill another Lust.

Of course, Lust wasn't so happy about that, but at least she was relatively safe. She took a step back from the tiny crater where her substitute had been, definitely glad that wasn't her. She decided not to create another dummy, instead opting to go on the offensive. She grinned, drawing in a breath and releasing it as an ice-cold beam, straight up onto the flying Coeur. The woobat whimpered, trying to fly away as the ice slammed into her with surprising force; she couldn't avoid it, it was too strong, even at a distance. But when it faded, she was surprised to see that again, it hadn't covered her wings, she could still fly. It was a minor relief, considering just how physically exhausted she was.

Still, it meant she could attack. She swiped her wings across the air, sending another current rushing towards Lust. Lust could see it coming towards her - a white strike of air, like a knife, and she braced herself, but it hurt like hell when it cut across her. The imagery was right - it was like a giant knife slicing across her skin at incredibly speeds, just raking across her. The top layer of her skin felt like it had been cleared right off; she was bleeding, slightly, from tiny cuts across her. She straightened herself, still in better shape than Coeur by any means, and ready to kill.​

Black Lotus Mausoleum

The Black Lotus Mausoleum is a vast area, easily large enough to fit several Wailord from end to end. It has a high vaulted ceiling, and is carved entirely from black marble. The ceiling his held up by several pillars carved like black dragons, and the walls are engraved with intricate but seemingly random shapes. There is a huge door in the farthest wall, but it is shut firmly, and impossible to destroy or open. It is flanked by twin dragon statues with their mouths wide open.

As the arena is inside, weather effects do not work. The Mausoleum seems oddly resistant to damage, and to repair itself of any harm in the last action of each round. The walls and ceiling cannot be collapsed, and the floor will take 5% extra energy to dig through.

If a battler gets too close to the twin dragons guarding the door, they will spew forth a torrent of Dark-type energy, dealing 5% damage to any within 3 feet of the door.
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Big Red Cherry Bomb (Oo)

Lust (f) <Keen Eye>
Health: 85% | 15% sub
Energy: 79%
- "Really, very cute."
Chills used: 0/5

Grate Aural Sects (Oo)

Coeur (f) <Unaware>
Health: 65%
Energy: 97%
- "... eeeee..." Sp. atk / sp. def +3.
Chills used: 0/5​

Before Coeur can bat an eye, Lust pounces on her, claws-first. Coeur yelps in fear and then the sneasel is on top of her, unleashing an unholy wrath upon the little fluff-ball - her claws are moving furiously fast, digging in so deep she's literally uprooting Coeur's fur by the fistful. Everywhere she touches seems to flash blood-red, dripping, and just as soon as she jumped on the woobat she kicks off, landing steadily on her feet. Coeur shakes unsteadily in the air, a bloody mess; much of her fur is floating towards the ground, and she's half-covered in gash wounds, dripping blood. She flaps her wings, in shock, and numbly floats higher into the air, out of reach to any more of those attacks.

Her expression still totally blank, shell-shocked, Coeur flaps her wings harder, zips them across and strikes through the air; a harsh wind cuts towards Lust, so strong it's actually visible. Lust steadies herself for the blow, but her substitute jumps forward to take it for her. The wind cuts straight through the dummy, slicing right through it; the two halves melt on the arena floor, leaving a sour Lust to look despondently after it. At least she didn't have to take the hit.

She shrugs and blows another ice shard into her fists, a smaller one; she keeps blowing and cuts it into shape, criss-crossing across it gently, forming a smaller version of herself. She keeps breathing into it, releasing a white-hot breath, part of her life; and the substitute comes to life, ready to protect her.

Coeur glances at the scene below her, still wavering and unsteady, and now also unsure of her commands. She had killed the substitute, but another one had been made - so what should she do? She flapped in place for a moment, going between her two options, and then decided on one.

She took a deep breath, drew her wings in, and dived. She picked up speed, almost falling - going so fast she became a blur, and Lust's substitute barely managed to jump in to take the hit. Coeur slammed into the substitute, crashing it upon impact; it simply exploded in a burst of white smoke, leaving only a tiny crater to mark its existence. Coeur tumbled backwards through the air, steadying herself with a few flaps of her wings, and floating back up to a higher altitude. She wasn't so sure she made the right choice, but at least she seemed to kill another Lust.

Of course, Lust wasn't so happy about that, but at least she was relatively safe. She took a step back from the tiny crater where her substitute had been, definitely glad that wasn't her. She decided not to create another dummy, instead opting to go on the offensive. She grinned, drawing in a breath and releasing it as an ice-cold beam, straight up onto the flying Coeur. The woobat whimpered, trying to fly away as the ice slammed into her with surprising force; she couldn't avoid it, it was too strong, even at a distance. But when it faded, she was surprised to see that again, it hadn't covered her wings, she could still fly. It was a minor relief, considering just how physically exhausted she was.

Still, it meant she could attack. She swiped her wings across the air, sending another current rushing towards Lust. Lust could see it coming towards her - a white strike of air, like a knife, and she braced herself, but it hurt like hell when it cut across her. The imagery was right - it was like a giant knife slicing across her skin at incredibly speeds, just raking across her. The top layer of her skin felt like it had been cleared right off; she was bleeding, slightly, from tiny cuts across her. She straightened herself, still in better shape than Coeur by any means, and ready to kill.​

Black Lotus Mausoleum

The Black Lotus Mausoleum is a vast area, easily large enough to fit several Wailord from end to end. It has a high vaulted ceiling, and is carved entirely from black marble. The ceiling his held up by several pillars carved like black dragons, and the walls are engraved with intricate but seemingly random shapes. There is a huge door in the farthest wall, but it is shut firmly, and impossible to destroy or open. It is flanked by twin dragon statues with their mouths wide open.

As the arena is inside, weather effects do not work. The Mausoleum seems oddly resistant to damage, and to repair itself of any harm in the last action of each round. The walls and ceiling cannot be collapsed, and the floor will take 5% extra energy to dig through.

If a battler gets too close to the twin dragons guarding the door, they will spew forth a torrent of Dark-type energy, dealing 5% damage to any within 3 feet of the door.
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Big Red Cherry Bomb (Oo)

Lust (f) <Keen Eye>
Health: 85% | 15% sub
Energy: 79%
- "Really, very cute."
Chills used: 0/5

Grate Aural Sects (Oo)

Coeur (f) <Unaware>
Health: 65%
Energy: 97%
- "... eeeee..." Sp. atk / sp. def +3.
Chills used: 0/5​

While the arena is still cold from that last ice beam, Lust fires off another one, cold shards of frost racing towards Coeur's tiny fluffy body. The woobat shrieks as her wings are coated in the ice, but again it melts off quick - except she's so hurt now she can barely stay afloat. She flaps tiredly, staying upright just barely, just enough to stay out of reach of the nasty sneasel, because she knows how dangerous Lust is.

And she concentrates. She closes her eyes, letting her tired flapping send her into a meditative state, focusing on some time in the future where she can tell Lust will be least expecting it - and thus most deserving. And then she plants a devastating attack, one that will bring that sneasel to her knees, damn her. Coeur opens her eyes again, her tired flapping thankfully keeping her in place, and a smirk planted on her face - for reasons Lust can never know. Not for now, at least...

But before Coeur has time to celebrate, Lust unleashes another ice beam unto her, this one being the last. Coeur falls under the weight of the ice, landing heavily on the arena floor, ice covering her tiny body. It melts just as quickly as before, but it doesn't matter - because the woobat is unconscious.​

Black Lotus Mausoleum

The Black Lotus Mausoleum is a vast area, easily large enough to fit several Wailord from end to end. It has a high vaulted ceiling, and is carved entirely from black marble. The ceiling his held up by several pillars carved like black dragons, and the walls are engraved with intricate but seemingly random shapes. There is a huge door in the farthest wall, but it is shut firmly, and impossible to destroy or open. It is flanked by twin dragon statues with their mouths wide open.

As the arena is inside, weather effects do not work. The Mausoleum seems oddly resistant to damage, and to repair itself of any harm in the last action of each round. The walls and ceiling cannot be collapsed, and the floor will take 5% extra energy to dig through.

If a battler gets too close to the twin dragons guarding the door, they will spew forth a torrent of Dark-type energy, dealing 5% damage to any within 3 feet of the door.
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Grate Aural Sects (Oo)

Lust (f) <Keen Eye>
Health: 60%
Energy: 40%
- "T'chah."
Chills used: 0/5

Big Red Cherry Bomb (xo)

Milla (f) <technician>
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
- "Let's go!"​

Lust sighs at her new opponent, clearly tiring of this game, and breaths a shard of ice into her claws. She keeps breathing and the shard grows, but only a bit, and then she slices away at it, forming a familiar shape - another sneasel-dummy to stand beside her. She breathes more of her precious life into it and it springs to life, standing beside its creator to protect her from any harm.

And it's needed immediately, because Milla's fur shivers and sparks and a thin wave of electricity flows slowly towards Lust, absorbed by the icy substitute uselessly. Milla cocks her head, unsure of what happened, but only a few seconds later and a bright white light appears from above -

... and a huge, shimmering ball forces its way out of nowhere and falls upon the substitute, crashing fantastically on the dummy and exploding so hard on impact that the substitute simply implodes, leaving another crater beside Lust. Milla jumps back, as does Lust, and the sneasel is a bit shocked at the sudden loss of her protector, while Milla is more than grateful - no more lost thunderwaves, at least.

Lust sighs again and braces herself, drawing energy towards her next attack, though she's doubtful now that it will work. And she has reason to doubt, because Milla bounds forward, bouncing over the two small craters and twirling around so her butt-end faces Lust - and revealing metallic-hard twin tails that slam harshly into Lust's face, knocking her unto her butt. And worse, her icy demeanor is shattered, and she's left with a harsh bruise on her side where the tails smacked her. She's shaking as she gets up, wounded and tired, and completely unable to strike back.

She does, however, draw in a huge breath, and unleash it unto the minccino - there's no need to wait, because she's already close enough. A wild flurry of ice escapes Lusts's mouth, so much wind and ice it makes the sneasel look even smaller, and Milla cowers down under the pressure of the wind and snow and simply hugs the floor, trying not to be blown away. Lust keeps blowing for what seems like hours to the poor minccino, until it suddenly stops, only a few shards of ice and snow left on her fur and the extreme cold in the room to remind her of the attack - and her pain.

But she jumps up, ready to strike back, and swirls around, knife-sharp tails slicing into Lust's already weakened side. Lust can't stop herself from screaming in pain and she falls to the ground, blood dripping from the newly-opened slice wounds. Milla backs away, wiping Lust's blood off her tails and tilting her head, while Lust slowly gets up, holding her wound closed. She hasn't taken this much damage since the beginning of the battle and she's beginning to feel more than tired, and just a little bit down-hearted, while Milla... she feels good, even with that blizzard. The tides, they might be turning.​